Raphael and the other two quietly approached the praying bishop and listened to his prayer.
The bishop's robes were distinctly different from those worn by the bishops of the current seven great churches. They were predominantly white, embroidered with symbols of feathered serpents and phoenixes.
The language he used did not belong to the Ancient Feysac language family either. Although none of the three understood it, strangely enough, they could grasp his meaning.
The bishop of the Church of the Death God prayed devoutly, "Great King of the Dead, I have sinned-all of us here have sinned. We failed to stop the invasion from an unknown region-too terrifying-bypassed all our defenses directly-appeared before me just like that-I seemed to see the deep starry sky-the deep starry sky-
"We could not stop Her-could not stop Her-although I was already dead, She made me die again-
"We could not stop Her."
Raphael and the other two exchanged glances. They all had a rough idea of whom the bishop meant by "Her."
Raphael had previously shared information at the Tarot Club about the Evernight Goddess destroying the Underworld Emperor's arrangements. He reckoned Cattleya had already passed that information on to Queen Mystic. With his information as context, it was not particularly difficult to guess.
The three then tacitly remained silent and circled around to one side. Behind the Death God's stone statue was a staircase leading downward. That should have been the passage to the seventh and final level.
The moment they saw the passage, it suddenly grew deep and long, as though it led to an unfamiliar space. An icy, bone-chilling whisper sounded in their ears.
All three were veterans at dealing with Beyonder problems. They immediately averted their eyes, and the dizziness, which felt as though space were collapsing, vanished at